You can just see the tall mast of the sailboat, to the right of the small island.
By the time we'd walked under the far end of the bridge, and were walking back on the other side, the boat was halfway through. I stood there and watched as the boat braved the current and eddies, making quick work of the hazards, and coming safely out the other side.
I felt like cheering as I watched it pass safely around Strawberry Island.
Isn't the water the most beautiful color?